This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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sunday 23 january 2005
45. The small soft quilt...
Since the day I was born, or actually since she knows I'm blind, mommy had the brilliant idea of putting a very soft quilt in my bed, like silk. I love it : it's at the same time my pillow, my quilt, and my blanky. Actually it's really mommy's quilt from when she was a kid. Hence I have to admit it's not in very good shape. Regularly, when we go at grandma's, she performs an emergency mending because the stuffing is pouring out from the worn out parts. I won't even begin to tell you how many times it's been mended over the past five years. But I love it so much ... It's essential to me. Besides, often, instead of saying I'm going to bed, I say "We're gonna go see our soft quilt". By the way, you have no idea the positions mommy and daddy sometimes find me asleep in : often completely uncovered (despite a second quilt), sometimes rolled up in a ball or on the contrary, completely spread out, other times on my knees, curled up, the soft quilt on my head (to hide well?), sometimes, finally, sitting down legs spread out and my body laying down on my stomach over the bed. You should know I'm incredibly flexible ! I could sleep anywhere and any way. Sometimes I even fall asleep on the living room floor when I'm really tired from a busy day.